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Cruel Mary Holder

(200) Cruel Mary Holder

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      Cruel Mary Holder.

On a most unhappy man cast youreyes on,
Cast your eyes on, cast your eyes
I love a little damsel, oh ! a prize one,
And I wish her you could see.
Her pretty little name is Mary Holder, and
begged shed marry me,
But she said if I only was a soldier,
Her husband I should be;
Oh ! Mary, oh! Mary, don't say so pity po
Joe Molder!

                            Cho
Cruel Mary Holder, says she'll only wed a
soldier,
If such is your wish, away I'll go at, once I'll
go for a soldier.
Oh, I often used to scold her, and the other
day I told her;
Sure's my name was Joseph Molder I would go
and be a soldier,
And return a great deal bolder for to marry she.

My Mary is a milliner in Trongate in Trongate,
Talk of pretty girls, you never saw the such a
beauty in your life,
I'll tell you' how we first became acquainted,
I was passing by her shop when her name over
the door so nicely painted.
And her sweet face made me stop!
I passed into the shop, something to buy,
And touched her lovely thin hand,
Then tremblingly inqnired if she could tell me
the way to the Cross at Saltmarket.
                              Cru Mary Holder, &c.

We often used to walk out together, out to-
gether,
And we do not care a button for the weather,
whether it was wet or line,
I took her into the Cooking Depot in Trongate,
where we both did d ne;
I treated her to pea soup and fresh fish, a bread
and cheese and wine,
Then I asked her if she would be the wife of
Joseph Molder,
When she cruelly answered No, Joe' I'll only
marry a soldier.
                                 Cruel Mary Holder &c,

She said she had a passion for the army, for the
army,
Although she had no wish to alarm me, or to
see me get enraged
Said I, my friends all thought you my intended
and considered us engaged ;
Your Joseph you have very much offended, I do
feel very much enraged.
You said you loved me, then at last to think
you serve me so ;
You should be ashamed, Oh, where do you
expect to die, when you go to—

To my feelings she has given such a shock then
It was striking four on the Exchange cl ck
when she left me at the Exchange,
I wrote and said if ought happ ned me she
for it herself might thank;
Then I ran to throw myself into the Clyde,
but it looked so very damp,
I then resolved that I would go and enlist for
a soldier,
And return a captain or a private and make
her my Mrs Molder.
                                   Cruel Mary Holder, &c

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Pat of Mullingar

They may talk of Flying Childers,
And the speed of Harkaway,
Till the fancy it bewilders,
As you list to what they say;
But for real bone and beauty,
Tho' you travel near and far,
The fastest mare you'll find belongs
To Pat of Mullingar.

She can trot along, jog along,
Drag a jaunting car,
No day's too long, when sent along
By Pat of Mullingar.

She was bred in Connemara,
And brought up at Castlemaine
He won cups at the Curragh,
And a charger was in Spain.
All countries and conveyances
She has been buckled to ;
She lost an eye at Limerick,
And at Aughrim lost a shoe.

If a friend you wish to find, sir,
I'll go where'er you want ;
I'll drive you out o' your mind, sir,
Or a little way beyant,
Like an arrow through the air,
If you'll step upon the car,
You'll ride behind that little mare
Of Pat of Mullingar.

If Dollymount or Kingstown
Is the place you wish to see,
Or I'll drive you to the Strawberry Beds
It's all the same to me ;
To Donnybrook, whose ancient fair
Was famed for love and war,
Or if you have the time to spare
We'll go to Mullingar.

When on the road we're goin',
The other carmen try,
Without the darlin' knowin'
To pass her on the sly ;
Her one ear points up to the sky,
She tucks her haunches in,
Then shows the lads how she can fly,
As I sit still and grin.

Then should yez want a car, sirs,
I hope you'll not forget
Poor Pat of Mullingar, sirs,
And his darling little pet.
She's as gentle as the dove,
And her speed you can't deny,
And there's no blind side about
Tho' she only has one eye.

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